I Will Teach You How to Hunt Gods-Chapter 407 - 65: All the Guilty Must—Rupture
"Death God's Mark?!!"
When they saw the Three-Phase Diagram suddenly appear on Jiang Xing's forehead, everyone present was initially stunned, but then their expressions changed dramatically.
Among them were Apprentice Death Gods who knew all too well the significance of this mark appearing.
"You want to strike here? Why?!"
The Celestial King instinctively clutched the nuclear bomb tightly and couldn't help but speak, "You want this thing? It's unnecessary! We'll soon detonate it, so regardless of whether you want to continue being the emperor here on the Floating Island or find a chance to escape, you won't be restricted at all."
"No no no, you've misunderstood."
Jiang Xing grinned, his hands suddenly clasped together, with his thumbs and index fingers forming a shape resembling an invisible Balance Scale.
"Being the local emperor doesn't matter to me, nor does leaving."
"What matters is..."
He stared at the felons before him and said slowly——
"You do not deserve to leave this prison, nor do you deserve to live."
His whisper was like an icy spike mixed with shards, scraping across everyone's eardrums. Then, a black glow suddenly appeared in Jiang Xing's palm, spreading at light speed, eroding the world before everyone's eyes in an instant.
By the time Casablanca, the Celestial King, and others reacted, they were horrified to find themselves in a bizarre Alternate Space.
A decaying corridor lay beneath their feet, surrounded by a massive and fragmented noble garden, and through the skylight above, they saw a celestial body that shouldn't be in the underground pipeline—a blood-red crescent moon.
Iron chains hanging from the dome were covered with withered roses, their stamens embedded with gemstones resembling human eyes, weeping viscous blood tears, while in the center of the court, directly in front of them, a Golden Balance Scale entangled with blood-stained thorns floated in the air, slowly tilting with their stupefied gazes.
On the left platter, a pair of rough Clay Dolls embraced each other, honey-colored light seeping from their cracks; while on the right lay stacked bloodied luxurious crowns and the shadows of each person dragged into the Alternate Space.
Beneath the crown, countless glowing skulls lurked, biting at the Balance Scale's pivot, exuding frost through their teeth.
The ground trembled slightly, innumerable thorns breaching the marble tiles with Jiang Xing's breath, each spike hanging a tragically deceased soul, whose screams froze into icicles, dangling from Jiang Xing's hair tips.
"In this court, those found guilty shall—"
The boy stepped forward, and the roses beneath his feet bloomed black from red in an instant.
In the crowd, a felon infamous for brutal killings suddenly knelt, frost lines appeared on his wrists, and under his skin, snake-like streaks emerged... they were the thorns of sin growing within his flesh and blood.
The Balance Scale shook violently, finally tipping towards the crown side, countless skulls let out piercing laughter, and from beneath the felon's feet, thorny vines shot out, dragging him into the air, grinding him into pulp alive.
Until his dying moment, the felon glimpsed countless faces similar to his on the wall reliefs, each repeating the same phrase: "I am guilty."
"—Shatter."
The moment Jiang Xing's voice fell, all the roses simultaneously exploded, petals turning into a torrent of blades.
In the sweet, bloody mist, he stood atop the Balance Scale, sneering coldly.
In the laughter, the felons instinctively retreated.
But they all knew, they could not escape.
The next one to be placed on the scale might be one of them.
...
After that, nothing more could be known.
The guards outside the room had no idea what had occurred inside, only that the air-conditioned room suddenly felt colder, with cold wind and frost seeping through the door cracks, carrying a hint of invisible blood scent.
"What's going on?"
The guards scratched their heads, exchanging puzzled glances.
However, the Celestial King had instructed them not to enter without cause, so despite the oddity, they dutifully stood at the door, not daring to ask questions.
About ten minutes later, the door slowly opened.
The guards instinctively looked, only to find that the only one who came out was Jiang Xing, who had barely spoken previously.
Holding a spherical object wrapped in black cloth, he stepped out of the shadows, glanced at the guards, and left without a word.
Seeing this, the guards were slightly taken aback, intending to ask nothing, but in the end, curiosity got the better of them.
They exchanged looks, then quietly peeked into the room.
Strangely, a room bustling with people until not long ago was now empty.
Where did the Celestial King, Casablanca, and the other War Gang leaders go? Could they have disappeared into thin air?
The guards couldn't figure it out.
However, unnoticed by them, at Jiang Xing's feet, black roses about the size of fingertips were blossoming and quickly withering.
Within the stamens of the rose petals, some small patterns resembling a totem could be seen.
But upon closer inspection, they were not totems, but "sinners'" faces.
Casablanca, the Celestial King... they were all within them.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Xing finally left the pipeline camp, arriving at a dark, deserted sewer.
It was only then that the roses at his feet gradually faded, and he suddenly spoke...
"This time, I owe it to you."
Unclear whether he was talking to someone or himself, Jiang Xing closed his eyes and murmured, "Thus, those who needed to die have largely 'confessed their crimes and submitted to justice.'"
"But I know, it's still not enough for you, so continue."
"Until everything perishes, until your Soul finds peace."
With those words, the chilling power within Jiang Xing felt as if it had been satisfied, slowly leaving his body, carrying rose petals into the unknown distance.
As for Jiang Xing himself, after a long silence, he hoisted the metallic nuclear warhead and gradually left the Urban Area.
No one knew his destination, but he was destined to bring a new storm to this Floating Island.
...
Precisely at ten in the morning, the Floating Island was completely shrouded in thick, dark clouds.
Against the backdrop of a cloud mass capable of covering an entire continent, the Floating Island, spanning over 300 square kilometers, resembled a small boat lost at sea, quietly drifting alongside the satellite outpost.
When the first bolt of lightning struck, thunder did not immediately follow.
But the purple-red electric python, stretching over a kilometer, pierced through three large patrol drones and a surveillance satellite.
The struck machinery did not explode but melted like wax figures into metal droplets falling down.
The scent of burnt electronic devices lingered in the air, and some people realized their prosthetics and chips were beginning to twitch uncontrollably.
